Do you know what today is?

It's our anniversary...our anniversary.

Man...I used to LOVE me some Tony! Toni! Tone! Gotta dig those back out the back closet.

Anyhow...a year ago (and one hour ago) I met the BF for the first time. Quirky cat. Thought to myself...he's interestingly smart. In ways I don't tend to see smart. Not a knowitall and throw it all in your face kinda smart. But definitely not a shy smart. Not a sarcastic smart. Not a notice me, I'm smart kinda smart either. Just a "him" kinda smart.

To this day, he amazes me with the breadth of stuff he knows about. Not random life stuff (which was what was cool about my ex--random and not so randomly) that you get from living. But random stuff that he knows about because he wondered about it and sought out the information. I've never known someone before that had such VARIED interests. He is just too cool that way.

Ahhh yes...singing the praises of him. I know some folks get a bit tired of it, but it's been oh so fun to take it slow and savor the moments. Slowly.

So...I need to switch computers so I can post one more...this next one is fun...not mushy...I promise...

Fun[ny} people and places to go

Am I addicted to eating sushi or what? Which is a bit funny since I have those texture issues and don't eat meat/fish...especially when it is raw.

Alas...

Anyhow.

This weekend was a BLAST!

Had my latest and greatest friends show up to the weekend at Bernie's. Well...the evening. Slaved away making enchiladas (totally f'd up the green ones...another time...another time) and had such FUN watching my people mix with his people and just ADORED seeing two of my fave folks get along with my most favoritist person. Life is good. Really good. I didn't take a single picture. Know why? Cause I'm not pimpin' them out and I don't need a picture to remember how fantastic that night was.

Saw SAW II. Wow. I'm not sleeping for days. I cannot even think about seeing one. I'm gagging thinking about it.

Yesterday, went and fed the ducks @ Greenlake. It's simple and I know some of you will think I'm ignorant for not knowing and others will think me way too simple for caring this much, but my bf never ceases to amaze me. Case in point:

He asked me if I knew that ducks mated for life...


...unless of course they get hit. (as in, by a car)

I did not know this. So I was amused by the fact that:

1. he knew it
2. the way he told me it gave me shivers
3. he could always find a way to make me laugh
4. he's all knowing.

On the way out of Greenlake there was a bit of a traffic jam as we all waited for a duck to cross the street. Who knew?

Hung out with his oh so traveling friend from the East (it is always cute to watch them together) and discussed travels for Sept/Nov or some such. A cruise eh? Maybe...or?

We shall see.

On the way home (to watch West Wing of course) we were waiting in cue to get on the 99 (there...cali rubbing off on me) and there was a tiny cute little mouse running in betwixt the cars. I wanted him to get out of the car and get him. I'm so sure he would have...if only I would have said we could take him home for Grayson.

Thursday is going to be here soon and I am so going to miss that little cutie. So going to miss her.

Almost like I miss him when, after Black.White, after West Wing...after all the Tivo is used up, I then packed it all up and go home. To my home.

Bummer.

Who you hang with girl?

Evidently, my mother thinks I've lost it and I hang out with 13 year old ravers. Or something like that.

She called me Sunday when she saw on the news about the Cap Hill House shooting. I didn't call back until Tuesday or Wednesday. She freaked.

See, what you don't understand is that my mother calls me when hell freezes over. Or the sun is eclipsed by the moon. Or the worst massacre in a decade goes down in my [work] neighborhood. You also don't understand that while I did look at an apartment on Cap Hill, that neighborhood (love it though I do) is about as much "me" as the U-district. And the Int'l district. Right.

I love her to death. She is the coolest. My mom we're talking about...

She had to remind me to give the bf her number just in case I do get shot/pimped/stuck under on the way home from work one evening. Tonight I stay until 7. Good thing I gave him that number yesterday just in case...

I'm not invincible. I just find humor in the raunchiest, wrongest things. I think I want to have hot and sour soup tonight. Or maybe like 20 mini reeses peanut butter cups. Washed down with some reeses peanut butter cup ice cream. Then, maybe I'll have a couple of slices of peanut butter toast to make it all seem healthy.

Symphony tomorrow. Yippee! Dinner before hand. Get to hang out with the BF. Now THAT is what I am looking forward to. Ahhh...the weekend. Never mind that there are like 20 folks on the guest list now at my shindig...not worried in the least bit...

Breathe

I wish I could do it for her. Poor kitty. I cannot even imagine what it must be like to not be able to breathe. Our kitty has asthma. Pretty bad. We're freaking out because we don't know what to do and can't pump hundreds of dollars into "getting her stable" which is (increasingly) relative.

We have lots of great shelters that have reached out, but we have to stabilize her before they will take her. Some moments she is doing great and kitty like and then she is just awful. It's painful and sad to watch her. I didn't want to say it, but last night I had to tell BF that perhaps the humane option is to...

I can't even type it.

She's so gorgeous. So happy. So kitty. So sad. I hate not being able to help her.

Anyhow.

I did apply for the job. Here are the fingers crossed that I figure it out already. Today I have to go in to work this afternoon. You know...we are a month behind (by some estimates). wtf? I suppose that is what happens when 1/3 of the committee is gone at any given time. I see why I was never allowed to take time off during reading season back in the day. I love admission--so easy to rack up vacation time.

Speaking of which. Can't wait to take BF away for his bday. And we're going away for the anniversary. And a bit before that as well (here we come Cali!). My mother is supposedly coming up in July--23-like Aug 1 or so. I cannot wait. I'm going to have to remember to request that time off...

Multiples

And they keep multiplying. I actually have people coming to my shindig. How fun is that?!

Guess I should get cracking on that.

Work is draining me...lots of reading and saying no and finding the jewels and the toads...

Got a really cool "aha" moment going...let's hope the kitty is still this side of live.

I had to stay until 5 and he didn't even show...grrrr...bad kiddies (not kitties...kiddies).

Three more files and then I'm going home. Tomorrow is Wednesday so you know what that means...

BLOGGER CRASH!

Okay...I'll be nice. Maybe post some pics tomorrow. Places everyone...

Sigh...

Is it really already Sunday night? 10 pm? Where did the weekend go?

Rewind... Friday night...somehow, someway, I managed to stay awake for the movie! I think there is a direct correlation as to who picks the movie and who stays awake. I'm not a mathematician though.

Derailed. So totally not what I expected. You can't spoil if they don't read so I will so much as say that BF was all about "I don't want to watch a movie about folks cheating on each other." I promptly reminded him that one of my fave movies of the past few moments was Closer. But that was neither here nor there.

Moral of the story? Only suckers don't appreciate what they have right in front of them. What does that mean? I'm working on it. Working on it.

So then (well, before, technically) we went to dinner. Maya. Hands down the most authentic Mexican food we have had in WA. And it's a chain. Go figure. Gotta love the Entertainment book. New place next Friday? I think so.

T-minus 6 days. I cannot believe I'm throwing a par-tay. I rock. It's going to be such fun. Peachy.

Saturday. We actually got Rob & Lin *note to all, AND LIN* to go out with us! Imagine that. That was too cool. Never mind that we had to go through hell and high water to get the tickets that really didn't exist. Good thing was that we finally DID get in and seated. Bad thing(s) were that I was exhausted (we took kitty to the vet in the morning and got very, VERY bad news) so I had to walk out and get some air. Another bad thing was that BF aggravated the old bones. Heck...I woke up not so right too so I can only imagine how someone with back problems might fare. Verdict was not well.

But the travels included a decent pizza at Rock Bottom. Yummy. Sloooooooow service. So we slow forward to Sunday when I took BF to SushiLand! Now that is a double yummy.

Of course, before that I had to stop and get my eco friendly laundry detergent (gotta love graywater) and low and behold if TJ's didn't have some gorgeous flowers for like 5.99. So gorgeous I couldn't even put them back when I came across the fantastically full and beautiful 12.99 orchid. ALL of them were that price. I might get a bit orchid happy if someone doesn't stop me. {ETA: I'll stop me. the flowers were DOA...got them home and they wilted in the really not so hot heat of my place the next day. Froggy. The orchid is trying to die. Nurse it through the weekend and I can call it a bouquet purchase instead of a plant purchase...the other orchid is doing swimmingly...mate.}

Got this really cute cabinet (complete with the requisite spider) that I'm thinking of either using as a printer stand (maybe not so much) or as a dining room kinda mini cabinet thing to stash more dishes in. On top, more candles. The goal is to get 50 candles burning bright. No where near that. But hey...candles are cool and so is my place. Speaking of my place...I promised so here is a tease:



That was Friday night before I left.

Decisions to make. Do I apply for it? Do I buy that camera? Do I save it instead? Do I say it just like that?

Yes, maybe, probably not, I don't even want to go there. Obviously.

Babbling so that must mean it is time for West Wing...

Thank God its...

FRIDAY! Time to get out and get done. Well...not like that.

Work was a blast--I love it when the kiddies are nice to me. When they speak French it is even all the more cool. Gotta love them Canadians.

This weekend, do much of nothing. Found out my apartment is rented. Yippee. Gotta go to court still. Insanity of it all.

Movie tonight (DeRailed...true life story? Not mine...really...) and food. I'm hungry like all get out although this week I got to go to P.F. Chang's AND Cheesecake Factory (thank you SU!!).

Kay...I have a life so I'm blowing ya'll off. Time to snap some photos and yeah, yeah yeah...I still know I have to post the jealousy pics. I'm getting to it. Sometime. Soon.

Got an asthmatic cat to deal with first. And a broken bed (smile)...

Wiley.

Oh attitude check one two, one two

So Portland. Yeah. Reminded me of the promise to self--set a limit, don't exceed it. Or, as in Portland, exceed it with all of your might.

Didn't win diddly. I'm not it this year. But I did see why not. I'm not naive either. But that is my other life. Time to act normal for a minute.

Quick minute.

Did I mention that I absolutely adore my boss? She is the bombdigity. I almost made her cry today. Which was cool in a feel good kinda way. That's why us women don't be gettin' nowhere...staying for "the people".

And I'm paid well and there is no stress and I'm having time to play...

Speaking of play. Vintage retro anyone? Kicked up with a modern twist? Kind of on the edge but close enough to coolness beyond cool? Boyfriend's b-day present...check[ish]. I love it. I'll keep it for myself. Maybe I'll share...just with him. Already got the cool sentimental gift tagged as well.

Which reminds me--yes. Yes I do love to do it (get your mind out of the gutter) when I am doing it for the right reasons (a bit more of Portland in perspective...short story longer, I love the scrap stuff when I'm doing it for those who appreciate it instead of those who judge it).

Go with it.

So this weekend I need to crash and burn. Been go, go, go and just want to flow now. Got some really COOL curtains/swaggy things. They won't be actual curtains cause I kinda sorta got those. But now that I have a fantastic iron and sticky hemmy stuff to play with, I'll make some curtains. But back to the cool ones. Suede...and rich colors and beads and imagery. Love it. Love them. Wait till I take a picture. Speaking of pictures...remember that blog? Time to post some jealousy slots of the fantastically wild view I have from my joint. And then some.

Last reminder...send out more invites. Yeah.

I'm random. It's one of those days.

2 down...3 to go

I try not to let the scrap side impede onto the life side, but at times like this, it is a given.

Got the hardest done first. Digital. Go figure. There is a top 10 there. Are there ten digital scrappers going to attend CKU? I'm banking on no. So here's an entry for probability.

Card idea is in my mind. It is sketched and materials are pulled. Will it actually come together? Only time will truly tell.

CK theme page--believe it or not I had an old favorite that will go PERFECTLY for this one. Perfect in that I really don't think I have a shot in hell at the CK page contests. Last year's winners at CK-WA were so not my style. Alas. This one is perfect because I really only have to make a tiny alteration (okay...decent alteration) to my page and then I have to figure out how the hell to scan/copy it. Kinkos to the rescue. If I need to, I'll have the folks behind the counter copy it for me so that I don't have to pay $50 trying to futz with it myself. Time is of the essence.

SS isn't a bunch of smaller contests which is tough toodles because I was so going to do the album entry this year and my fave album (the Us one I did for the BF) was going to steal the show. Alas. This year it is an accent contest. I think I can rock the house with this one too. I have a great page that really meshes everything together well--I just think it is a bit "much" for SS. I mean, it is a simple enough page, but it is a bit busier and more involved than a "typical SS" page. But then again, the page I got picked up by them I thought was more complicated too. Anyhow.

So that leaves Scrapworks. The big money one. The scary one. The one that once you win it once, do they not look at you ever again? The one that really needs to get done, but is giving me fits. The one that I would give anything to win (no CKU tuition this year, but $500 would more than pay the tuition).

Speaking of which, Boston here I come. How and when...that is to be debated. But I have yet to hear a no from a particular engaged couple as to a shindig I'm throwing. Once I do, then I'm not changing Boston plans to attend said nuptials. Another post for another time.

Ten [hangin']

No way it has been ten days since I posted. Well...that's what my stalker says.

So fine.

I hear that you're really not supposed to acknowledge them [stalkers] if you are to live life without them continually hounding you. But I like my stalker[s] and so I will oblige.

What to talk about.

Dead.

As in it is a DEAD week here because we're on spring break (we including my boss who is chillin' in Mexico at this very moment) and there is nothing to do but work. And we all know that I have an allergic reaction to doing any such thing so...time to blog.

I am seriously contemplating spending $90 a month on internet access. It is a sad, sad day when I am willing to shell out so much money to be able to chat in bed. I miss daily (okay...hourly) updates and who lives anywhere anymore without internet access? Plus--GREAT view. Negative--no internet. I don't want to half-arsed it and get a phone line (for $30) and then have to pay for dial up access (another $25 since you know I'm an aol hoe)...for really $40 more I can have high speed WIRELESS access. uhhmmm...the choice is so obvious.

If only I could stop spending money already. Or not.

So...Ali Edwards had a cool travel journal in CK probably months ago since I can never keep up with what month they are really on (cause March was so last December you know). Anyhow, I don't really get to travel much--mucho, MUCHO disgustedly jealous of my ex who now has a sugar mama who may be taking him international this summer...sigh. but I digress. I don't travel much but really I do. When you stop for a moment and think about where you GO, you realize you go lots of places. So I'll have to update my other blog (come on, it's not that hard to figure out where it is) with pictures from my untraveled, travel journal, scrapbook from the road. Fun TIMES! Really.

Pike Place, Auburn, the Alley...all sorts of fun places to go and see and do. From time to time, I even have an intermission where we take a trip down memory lane to places past I have visited. Now that is fun times.

Anyhow. I should, technically (legally) be working. But I don't want to say no anymore (you know the drill) and I'd rather be home chatting with the bf. We're slated for a nice chat this evening. Nice from the girl who loves messy, sloppy, crazy dishelved things only for the potential they pose for being cleaned up, organized and put back together again. I'm going to iron me some curtains tonight and finish up the front of my house for once and for all. Finally hung the mirror, now need to print some photos...viola. Or Biola. Which is a school in Southern california.

black.white. Watch it. Learn from it. It rocks to the point of pissing me off and having me want to sign up for the next run. Oh to walk a mile in their shoes. And have you walk a mile in mine. What a better world this place would be.

greatest hits

hmmmm:

I think I should just do five because it is 10 past 3 and I really just want to get out of here already. Come on...do you really blame me? it is blue sunny skies, bf's friend is in town, I'm going out for Portabello mushroom fajitas, I've been gifted the coolest little dvd/speaker set--really I wanted the speakers but have not the slightest clue if my laptop even has the capability for a speaker set up...

Anyhow.

6 files to read. Will probably take me an hour. But I have stuff to do so if this list doesn't roll like butter...it ain't gonna happen tonight.

Don't you love it--I don't update for a week and then there are three in like three minutes! Whoa!

I don't have gum by the way. It rots your teeth or tastes like crap (and it's all grainy on you) if it doesn't have real sugar. Any other questions? Good.

Oh yeah...where is my cell phone? This is why Fridays, blogging, bored at work are a dangerous combination (I totally blanked on the word "combination" there for a second).

Winning the NASPA Case Study competition. Oh yeah...not in class. Focus...

Okay...I loved having one of my papers selected as an Andrea model paper. A feat unlike any other since (obviously) I am a horrendous writer. Really.

I also loved the simulation game in Stringer's class where I got to make cut-throat deals to get people to do as I said with our limited campus resources. Loved how a colleague particularly said I had a presence that made her feel like she really wanted to work with me although the game said we were to be enemies.

Uhhhmmm...that's it.

Kidding.

I also liked getting to meet Solynn in class. What? Another brown person?

Loved getting to meet Ana in class (what?! a brown chica pimpin' her ride too?!)

And I also really loved sitting in class--my last class--staring at JG as Colleen (shouts out!) and Brittany and I tried to figure out how in the hell he just got away with saying absolutely nothing again. Actually, I hardly ever went to that class because of major work conflicts my last quarter but hey...it was a nice recount.

Back to work. Ugh. I don't wannna deny any more kids. I really don't. Oh...I get to read high today. Which means I get to admit super brainy kids with no personality that I'd never want to sit next to in class.

I'm not a lawyer...I just make them. Time to get the fake laugh on for a particular individual who rubs me a little bit raw (just a teeny bit) and then get the real laugh on after a yummy margarita tonight. Maybe I can squeeze in a tiny bit of shopping too...

okay. Probably not.

Pusher

They were not scalped. I think I am addicted. I would have paid more. In the middle of an almost deserted business school, I meet this crazy looking scruffy white dude and I'm in my wool trench...

it looked like a deal about to go bad. Very bad. I'm in heaven though. Until I try to get in and get turned away because I've been played. I've been played for a lot more.

I so should be working. Oh my word I should be working.

That list though...not appropriate for this link. Next one.

Another week...

...Another dream denied. Saw Eric again today. Which was odd.

Eric is/was this amazingly gifted individual in one of my infamous Stringer classes. Infamous because of course there was group work. But in this particular group, our groups were assigned to debate the merits of presidential candidates. We were assigned Kerry when Kerry was so not popular among the educational crowd. Could of been worse, we could have been Bush.

Long story short, Eric came up with an amazing concept to "take it outside the box" (of course) where we pimped him out as the candidate stump man and then the rest of our group acted as the planted audience folks asking the poignant questions. It was a very different way to present a group project and it was "voter turnout determines the grade". No candy giveaways gimmicks...just a different way to give you your information. Needless to say, we won. I was in the group after all. I'm soooooo kidding...that is so an inside joke.

Anyhow...I go to my oh so fave Ginger Lime (where everybody knows my name...and they're always glad I came...) and who is sitting at a table with two other dudes. They all kept looking at me because Eric kept looking at me. I knew it was a matter of time before one of them got up the guts to either say "Hey...I know you" or [it is Friday after all] "Hey, I'd LIKE to know you..."

And it is a rough non-professional day. Hair is tore up, no makeup...but I digress.

Eric finally says hello and we go into what he's doing and myself as well. He's working at the language school across the street. Who knew. Have to stop in and say hello. Only (of course) because that moment--when our peers were validating us and voting for us, was the absolute BEST moment of my classroom time in that program...well...one of the best. Maybe this needs a list. But first I have to digress once more:

The other day (like two or so weeks ago) Corrigan (sorry...I don't usually call people out by their full name when it is that unique, but how cool a name is that?) says that he saw me on the bus riding up to work and he didn't say hi because he was not sure it was me. Now. I know that I can look a mean wreck on the bus. But THAT mean that someone would be too afraid to say hello even if they DIDN'T know me? Yeah...gotta work on the tude. Like, for instance...oh....better not go there. Might lose my job over that one.

So that list...yeah. In a moment. Sure there's a report to update and tickets to pick up (Alvin Ailey...life is GOOD!!)...

back momentarily...

Miss me dear?

It's only been a week. And I've seen you looking in my window anyhow so it is not like I have to post for the world to see.

Kidding. I don't have stalkers...I stalk people. Not.

Breath in. Breath out.

What a long week it has been. Plenty of ups and downs and I am scared shitless that, hey, bipolar is really something to be looking out for. That's karma for ya. I basically sucked my teeth at the prospect of all of my gen of gals conviently coming up psycho when the going got tough. Amazingly, my life ain't half hard yet I have issues. Not drama queen issues (well, yeah those but I've learned to live with and love those) but real issues. As in bitterness, unhappy, madness when life by all standards is going fantastically.

I have a great (albeit not that difficult) job that pays the bills (mine, her's, his and their's).
I have a great boyfriend who is straightfoward, honest, caring and scared right along with me.
I have page requests from all over this great country for the creative hell of it.
I've had nice weather to wake up to.
My friends are talking to me again (it's our cycle...few years on, few years off)
My enemies are trying to get close to me again...

all is well. but not.

I'm not getting medicated into happiness. Life is too short for that and I'm not in denial when I say I don't need that [you're in denial...no I'm not...].

I just needed to breath. in. and then out again.

So...in the past week. My place is really really REALLY starting to feel like my place. Have tables (devil is in the details) to entertain at. Have food in the cupboard. Have a working toilet (reminder to self...have landlord served for court date). Have heat. Have light. Have candles.

I love my place. Love listening to the water. Love watching the water. Love that I cannot smell the water. Love it. Adore it. Sunsets are the best. Light is even better. Especially when you can go in the backroom and shut it all out.

My kitchen is tiny sized--just like I like it. But my fridge and oven are full sized--all the best for entertaining. I adore my place. Oh yeah...said that already. Adore even more the folks who live upstairs. She left me a note on the tram this morning warning me that it was icy. So considerate. Love them to death.

Okay.

Love fest over. Time to think about chairs for the table. Vacuum cleaner. Going out and having fun. Reading files. Saying no. Saying yes. Making dreams comes true and crushing others. Not fun.

Feds paid up

Now I suppose it is my turn. Never again will I likely get a refund on my fed taxes. Being the single lady making what I do without a home...school bills...etc.

Alas. Guess I should go out and get knocked up already.
Or buy a house.
Or go back to being broke, sick and tired all the time.

Alas. Lord knows they take enough outta my paycheck for me to not have to pay any significant bill come the end of the year. I date a finance geek who has more than once offered to help me get a clue.

Yeah. tomorrow. Or...maybe the day after. Okay. next week.

Now. I typically don't blog about work. You never know who knows who and will tell who. But oh my word. If I could, you know I'd have some gossip for you today. Let's say that once upon a time, wannabe lawyers were very self sufficient. Now, they are not.

Okay, that is not fair. I shouldn't speak of the whole when really I just mean most of them are not. Okay...some of them. This one in particular.

Wow.

Wow.

I had a fantastic bus driver this morning that sang to me. I actually enjoyed going out and doing "me" things yesterday. Not necessarily things that I love to do (like photography and scrapping and writing and reading) because increasingly, that is done with/for/around others.

But really me things--like going and giving the talk on conference prep to the folks in my program (celeb status...gotta love it). Like going to the black alumni event. Like going to meet the new board member. Like talking with Joan on a brief ride home.

Like me stuff. Stuff that no one wants to do with me, that is okay for me to go off and do on my own, that isn't for the direct benefit of me or others...it's just stuff to do because you have to. Almost like work, but fun. Although I must admit that I am having way too much fun with work...coukie ones considered.

Mood Alert

So last night was Velentine's Day. BF was in a bit of a funk--gotta love his job. But he planned a really great night for us and it was great. We stopped by Third Place Books up north for a little Q&A session with local romance novelists. Of course, you know me and books--there is no sitting still. So about halfway through, I asked if we could go and play in the stacks. He obliged.

I bought. Of course I did. Got these really cool "Mood Alert" sheets. They're taglined "Better living through fair warning." So of course I filled one out. At all of 9:30 this morning, I was bitter. I really need an attitude adjustment. But I digress.

Also bought a really neat little quote book with rip out pages that is in the right colors (and the right phrases) for the chatterbox book I'll likely never do. Not today at least.

Before the author session, we got ice cream. It's been so long since I had my Reese's PB cup. I had forgotten just how much I love that stuff.

After the author session, we went to the best little steakhouse in town. Yeah (smile). carmelita. which is actually the best vegetarian restaurant in town. I was so psyched that he "put up with me" and went without meat for me. He was not feeling the menu (Vegetarian or Vegan...those were the choices for the V-day evening) but I really liked the different textures and flavors. I'm happy that he was a good sport about it. I loved the gnocci--well, all of the textures and layers to the whole dish I should say. I have a thing for goat cheese lately. Yes, there was goat cheese in the dish.

BF also sent me two dozen roses at work. I was the talk of the office (smile). He's such a cutie...officially adorable.

I need an attitude adjustment. Really. I mentioned the mood alert deal above? Well...suffice it to say that if at 9:25 am I am characterizing the day as horrendous as I package up my first layout to be published in Creating Keepsakes...life needs some balance.

Instead of pitching a fit, I think I'm going to go and find a way to spend some money. Shopping...every woman's tonic. I wanted to buy some Dave C. tickets. They sold out in 5 minutes. Now they are going for about $500 a pair. Yeah. I told myself if they sold out in 30 minutes (before I could get to the computer) then I didn't really need to go.

So I'm not going.

Time to plan some fun for Saturday. Although maybe not. Couple of folks I know just got engaged. BF and other friend want to go out and celebrate. I think moreso, I need to find a cheap ticket to El Paso for a moment. Half a decade. I don't know what is wrong with me.

Time to get over myself.

Ridin Dirty

Very dirty. Ugh. Procrastination will eventually catch up with you. So went out to Discovery Park with BF today. got to the beach. Well worth the up and downhills. One step at a time. That's how you tackle the steps.

There is a cute little song by Jagged Edge now called Good Luck Charm. Just saw the video yesterday on Access Granted. Now THAT is dirty. Not as dirty as I'm ridin', but we'll get to that.

I need a dining room table. But I don't want to have to haul it down my tram. I need to get it so that it can be delivered on a Wed when I am home so that I can direct them where to bring it. Of course I won't tell them of the obstacle course cause then they may want to charge me more. Or something. You know...I got my fave chairs at Fred Myers for a decent clip (on sale). Maybe I can luck up on a table there. I don't really remember seeing anything decent sized there. I don't need a huge BF worthy one. Just something to fill the space and feed people at. Supposedly I have kinda committed to a March housewarming. Gotta find a date for that.

So...really...I cleaned yesterday and it felt good to get things into their places. Other reason why I want a dining room table is that I was able to read so much more in the dining room. The couch is not conducive to working.

But there is little light when it is dark in the front room. Check that, when it is getting dark. You know...that moment when it is too light for electric lights to be much good, but also too dark to read by natural light.

Anyhow...I might could get home and watch the sunset today. But that means leaving here. Which I don't necessarily want to do. Not really anyhow. I do need to get more cleaning done.

My place looks a lot better now that I have some pictures going up. A couple of rugs and end tables and we'll be good to go. I need to go and get gas before work tomorrow. That's what I should go and do now. Soon as I get up...

She found us

Girl with. Plural. Found it. That is the plus side of never, ever, EVER throwing anything away...

occassionally you will find something you really wanted to find. Suffice it to say that I am a very happy gal.

She found us. You know. Most people say "I'm going to go out and get a dog." or maybe they even say "We're going to the pound and bringing home a cat." Rarely do people get to say she found us.

This past week, while girlfriend was crashed out on the couch and boyfriend was setting us up to watch that God awful movie (don't ask, don't tell...all I need to say is that wandering around a house should NOT make up 120 minutes of anything), there was quite a ruckus at the back door.

I woke to him opening the door and in she walked. Beautiful Grayson.

Now this dear cat is not at all an outdoor cat. Ever the analyst, BF could rattle off a million and one evidences to this fact. But a cat is a cat. And while she was a bit forward and slept with him on the first date, she had to be booted from bed by 4 or 6 am each morning because all she would do was scream and hollar. Outside she went.

BF was smart enough not to feed her before bed, but his guilty conscience got the better of him and so every night this past week, when he got home from work, it was all about waiting for Grayson to show up and then calling me to ask what he should do with her. Note to those who have made it this far...we're not entirely sure she is a she. Okay...I am not. But then again, I'm not trying to figure it out.

In any event, we help off naming her. Held off feeding her. Caved in last night and bought her a litter box. He plopped her in it and soon came the "Damn you, kitty" as she proptly knew what to do--straight down to scratching over the remains.

Sigh. She has problems though. As in trying to use said box every other minute and not being very productive about it. I told BF that he's going to get to foot the $2g vet bill for whatever is wrong with her...him...it...Grayson. We couldn't figure out why anyone would dump her. She's gorgeous, perfectly trained, great personality...

I'm thinking the impending vet bill will tell the tale of why.

Fun. Life is.

So. Yeah then.

Life is fun. Me too. It is a gorgeous day outside and I'm sitting in an office (with a huge window so I can't really complain) longing to be outside. I want to wear spring clothes (which translates to: I want to go shopping) and I want to run around barefoot in the grass.

I even want to go home and clean up.

My goodness. Wednesday I was sitting in my bedroom on the floor doing stuff and the sun was blazing hot. Landlord warned me that it could get rather toasty, but really. It will be an interesting summer. Just will have to keep the few windows that do open in my place cranked open all the time. Wow--probably won't spend much time in my backroom. All the better excuse to get out and go DO something already.

So.

Tomorrow I'm off to have fun with the gals from work. A musical, a dinner, a birthday celebration and they are actually scrapbook fiends. I have to take a camera with me. Really I do. Which reminds me, I have to get on the ball about purchasing another camera. Right now I'm all over borrowing BF's which has treated me well. Very well. But I want to get back into it and so the camera purchase looms long and big.

Oh yeah...I should be planning the fantastic three day weekend getaway for next week. Fun times. I really like having a three day weekend each month.

BF was good about pointing out that while I have two Fridays each week by virtue of the fact that I do not go into the office on Wednesdays, I also have two Mondays a week. Sigh. Good thing of that being that I know exactly what I am in for on Mondays and Thursdays at my job. Papercuts galore making a lot of wannabe lawyers very happy. It is the Tuesday that I fear the most--lots of last minute projects that all have to be done immediately since I won't be back until Thursday. Friday is as Friday does. Right.

So Fun this weekend is hanging out with the girls and then going with BF somewhere on Sunday. Hiking. Now THAT is fun times. Wonder if the other women are going to come along. I think he will relegate one to his bed (if she's nice) and the other might get up in time to go, but likely not. Love them both to death of course (smile).

Kay. Time to go and be boring some more. So many blogs, so little time.

Forever

That's how long it has been eh? I'm sorry. Really. I'm sorry that I have a life and sometimes cannot take the time to post it for the world to see. Try picking up the phone and giving me a call to get an update. Okay...stalker, you shouldn't do that.

Anyhow. What has been going on.

I admit it. I am soooo a bandwagon fan of the Seahawks. Everyone and their mama (and their daddy too) knows that I am a Cowboys fan through and through. But since they can't get off the pipe long enough to get it together, it was well and good enough to root for the Seahawks.

That preface given, I'm not a bitter diehard lifelong fan who feels that 30 years of waiting means a win should be automatic. BUT...man. To have refs really impact a game like this past Super Bowl. One of the callers to my fave morning show pretty much summed it up when she said that watching the Super Bowl was like watching the last election. Essentially, you know that through and through, life is life and that's the rules, it still sucks when the rules are about rightness instead of justice.

Yeah, the rules are that you have to have overwhelming evidence to overturn a call on the field. But knowing that, why do you call it a touchdown instead of spotting it like you originally thought you should do and THEN reviewing it.

Yeah, the rules are that a receiver cannot push off on the defender, but how about if you call that love tap, you call the rule that the defender cannot touch said defender beyond that initial get up and go jump.

Yeah, the rules say that you cannot block below the knees...

but how about you call it when the block happens, not when the tackle happens.

I had a deeply suppressed scream in me yesterday night. No, not over the game. A game is a game. That scream was moreso for the injustice of it all. Injustice is injustice is injustice. I hate to see folks win who don't deserve it. I hate to see folks screwed who don't deserve it. Yeah. It's just a game. But the "it's just a..." mentality is infectious and spreads far beyond the Super Bowl. As is evidenced by the comments posted to one of BF's fave blogs. As is evidenced by the not so subtle mesage of the movie I watched this weekend (Lord of War--I love Nicholas Cage...).

Sigh. Off the soapbox. Time to get a few more things done. I have so much paperwork to sift through...not to mention so many files to read. I can do this. It's just a matter of making the to-do list and doing it. first up. Take car back to shop and get it looked at again. They enjoyed when I said "BF says that it is likely x..." because now I am not only "stupid chic that we can overcharge who certainly has the funds to pay" but now I'm stupid chick who works with lawyer types and has a bf that has a clue.

Fun.

Working late two nights this week. DL is Wednesday afternoon that I will likely miss. then Saturday it is a girl's night out with power networking for fun. Next week is V-day. Hmmm...

Next week I get a three day weekend. I so need it. So need it.